I know that I will always miss my friends after I leave my school. My friends all plead for me to stay. They don’t get how its harder for me to leave than it is for them. Now music is all I have left. I will make no new friends, I will not find another hobby I’ll stick to the old.
I give each of my friends one last hug.
“Goodbye.” I whisper.
I walk away out to my Mom’s car and before they know it… I’m already gone.